i love how no one messes with avatar the last airbender. there are people who are like, wow you watch doctor who? fucking nerd. you watch anime? gosh you’re such a weirdo. you watch avatar the last airbender? oh man you know that’s pretty cool so um what kind of bender would you be omg isn’t toph badass and don’t get me started on appa
Just first-generation problems: realizing that there are irreparable cultural divides between you and your immigrant parents that will inevitably cause miscommunication, hurt, and palpable household tension over a seemingly minor incident.
There exists within me this constant paradox of wanting to assert myself but feeling like a disrespectful ingrate for doing so, and I wonder how much this has carried over into other aspects of my life and my relationships with perceived authority figures.
woohoo! this is officially the first day since may that i’m finally drawing for myself and not for work-related things. feels nice.
It’s impossible to condense because every single decision counts. And as I often say, I don’t do eye candy, I do eye protein because all of these design choices are telling the story.
I’ll give you one example. Mako is defined by the grey colour and the blue colour. As we go through the movie we find out that she’s defined by those colours because in her childhood we have a blue memory, a memory that’s all just in blue with splashes of red. I show her holding her heart, or a symbolic object that represents her heart. The memory has left a stain on her hair that is blue, and she’s carrying that memory with her. The introductory sequence of Mako is very significant.
On the other hand, Raleigh is in a colour space made up of greens, browns and amber. When they meet, the whole sequence is a meeting of his amber and her blue. You see that the entire scene where they meet at the helipad is a clash of just blue and amber. Mako and Raleigh complement each other, their colours are complementary. Their Jaeger cockpit, then, is mostly in blue and amber, their colours.
And finally, they recuperate the heart. There’s a scene where they’re watching the robot in a service station and for the first time, the technicians uncover the heart of the robot. Mako and Raleigh are becoming vulnerable. And this is resolved, finally, by the reintroduction of the full red colour when they are together under the ocean.Guillermo Del Toro (x)
Digipack illustrations - thumbnails from the official site. I’ll try and get scans for all of them when the final volume comes out.
Without my knowledge (much less permission), my parents lent out my college essay editing skills to their friends’ children. First of all, people usually pay me to do this, and it isn’t as if I have all the time in the world. In spite of that, I would have gladly agreed to edit the essays if my parents had asked me before using my abilities as social currency. Now they’re acting like I’m being unreasonable for getting angry, as if I should somehow be grateful for the distinct honor of helping to strengthen their pseudo-friendships.
And here’s the kicker: even after all this, I still feel like a selfish brat for being irritated. My parents have done way too much for me to be annoyed about performing a simple favor on their behalf. God, that filial piety. It’ll get ya.
- AWOLNATION - Sail (Feed Me Remix)
- Lorde - Everybody Wants to Rule the World
Sail © 2011 Red Bull Records; Everybody Wants to Rule the World © 1985 Phonogram (UK), Mercury (US), Vertigo (CA); The Hunger Games: Catching Fire - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack © 2013 Republic Records, Mercury Records. My mash-ups are transformative works and are protected by the DMCA’s fair-use doctrine.
Fishing partner’s newfound interest in fashion is infinitely attractive (as is his new wardrobe, which surprisingly doesn’t make me want to say snarky things in spite of how flannel-heavy it is).
In other news, I’m actually extremely excited to head back to Williamstown! Commandeering some frosh, running some clubs
into the ground, embarking on shenanigans with people I adore, having creative writing classes in the Reading Room of the new library—it’s going to be a good semester. (Cue a flicker of validation in my heart upon the realization that, in spite of its problematic elements and occasional questionable moves, I do love my school. )